Thursday, June 22, 2017

BLACKMAILING THE BAD GIRL ~ NINA CROFT --> BLOG TOUR

Today we have the blog tour stop for Blackmailing the Bad Girl by Nina Croft! Check it out and grab your copy today!

About Blackmailing the Bad Girl:

Cynical CEO, Nik Masterton, believes he’s finally met a woman who isn’t interested in his money…until she vanishes with a hefty amount of it. He’s been searching for her ever since and has finally found her doing a stint in Holloway prison for stealing...from someone else. Clearly, he’s just one of many. Now she’s coming out, and it’s time for a little payback.

After two years in prison, Summer Delaney is determined she’s never going back. While she had good reasons for doing what she did, it’s time to move on to a new life and earn an honest living. Unfortunately, there’s a glitch in her plan, and he’s waiting at the gate as she comes out.

Nik isn’t above using blackmail to make Summer work for him until he decides just how he’ll get his revenge. But this time they’re both determined to keep their distance. Right until the inconvenient attraction explodes between them...

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Excerpt:

Her head hurt, her brain throbbing painfully against her skull. She had no clue what was going on. She wanted order in her world.

Was that too much to ask?

“Please go,” she said.

He didn’t say anything, and she stared at his feet. He had long toes.

She tried again. “I’ll be fine. I’ve been looking after myself for a long time. I do not need anyone—especially you—to take care of me. I don’t know what you want from me. And I feel like crap.” Her voice was rising, and she couldn’t seem to stop it. “I just want to be alone.” Finally, she raised her gaze to his face. “Please.”

His brows were drawn together in a frown; it looked like he was just as confused as she was. He opened his mouth, then closed it again and ran a hand through his hair. He looked nothing like he was supposed to, and he was knocking her off balance.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he brushed past her, heading into the living room. She turned to watch as he searched the floor, found his T-shirt, socks, boots, then sat on the bed to put them on. Fully dressed, he stood up.

“Are you okay for money? Do you need an advance?”

Something inside her snapped. “Stop it! I’m not some sort of sad charity case. I can look after myself.” She waved a hand toward the front door. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I—”

“But right now, I don’t care. I just want to be alone. Go.” She pointed in the direction of the front door. And finally, at long last, he went.

He hesitated at the door.

Agh!

“Last night—”

“Last night was a one-off. You understand that? As in—never going to happen again.”

“You enjoyed it.”

“I also enjoyed the chocolate cake and the champagne. But you know what? Ultimately, they made me feel like crap. So they’re also going on the never-again list. Just like you.”

His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t happy. But he gave a brief nod. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And he was gone.

She sank down onto the bed, lay back, and stared at the ceiling.

How the hell was she ever going to get through the next few weeks, or however long it took for him to get tired of tormenting her?

Or whatever it was he was doing.

One day at a time.

And no kissing.

About Nina Croft:

Growing up in the cold, wet, north of England, Nina Croft spent a lot of time dreaming of faraway sunnier places and ponies. When she discovered both, along with a whole load of other things, could be found between the covers of a book, her life changed forever.

Later, she headed south, picked up the perfect husband along the way, and together they volunteered to work in Africa. There they discovered a love of exotic places and a dislike of 9-5 work. Afterward they spent a number of years travelling (whenever possible) intermingled with working (whenever necessary.) Eventually they stumbled upon a remote area in the mountains of southern Spain and the small almond farm they now call home.

Nina spends her days reading, writing and riding her mare, Gencianna, under the blue Spanish skies—sunshine and ponies. She reckons this is proof that dreams really can come true if you want them enough.